Gay Erotic Stories

Matthew could not say the same for his popularity in his home complex. The old man who lives directly across the street from his parents, Mr Radisson, would always shout at Matthew to turn down his music or complain when Matthew parked his car on the grass. Matthew wondered how the old man would respond to some blatant exhibitionism from his least favourite neighbour.

It was a Saturday morning when Matthew’s family were out for the day and Mr Radisson was painting his porch (again) that Matthew decided to put on a little show. He went to his closet and pulled out a very old pair of white Calvin Klein boxer shorts that he hadn’t worn in years. When Matthew put them on he was happy to find that he’d grown out of them years ago and they were far too small and tight to wear on a usual day: his dick and balls were clearly outlined in the front, and the back clung to his muscle ass.

Matthew went to the living room and set the sprinkler to go off in fifteen minutes. The pressure on his dick was making him hard as hell, and his dick felt like it was going to burst. This was a bit too obvious, Matthew thought, trying to come up with a solution. What would be better than super-tight boxer shorts? And then he got the light bulb idea: he got the kitchen knife and cut a slit on each side of the boxer briefs from the bottom up to the waistband. Now he was sporting an exclusive DIY CK loincloth.

Nonchalantly, Matthew walked out onto the front lawn in plain sight of Mr Radisson (his dick now flaccid again) and sat at the edge of a flower bed cross-legged to pull out weeds. His dick was completely covered, but Matthew could feel a slight breeze against his exposed thighs and outer butt cheek.

Mr Radisson looked up from his painting to see his near-naked neighbour pulling weeds across the street.

“Hey, boy! Go back inside and put some clothes on.”

“Sorry, Mr Radisson,” Matthew called innocently, “my parents said I shouldn’t dirty my clothes when I garden.”

“Yeah, well you better watch yourself there!” came the usual rhetoric from the grumpy old man. Matthew was counting down the seconds until it finally happened: the sprinklers went off, catching him completely “off guard.” Matthew jumped up, his loincloth becoming completely soaked and see-through as he ran off the lawn to the closed garage door where the water couldn’t get him.

Mr Radisson was canning himself. “That’ll show you!”

“Damn!” said Matthew, “I better take this wet thing off.” And with that, Matthew pulled down his underwear, standing upright and full-frontal for Mr Radisson. The old man looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

“Boy! What on earth do you think you’re doing?”

“Sorry, sir, I can’t hear you over the sprinklers!” Matthew was loving this. His dick swelled to a sly semi.

“Cover up, damn it!” the old man spat. Matthew walked across the street butt-naked, CK loincloth in hand, until he was right at Mr Radisson’s porch.

“Sorry, Mr Radisson, what’s that you said?”

“You better get back inside that house before I report you for indecent exposure!” the old man shouted, trying only to look Matthew in the eye.

“I’m sorry sir, usually people don’t mind it when I’m naked. The boys at school think I have a really nice dick.” Mr Radisson was lost for words, but just as he looked like he might find some, Matthew continued: “But I really didn’t mean to offend you, so I’ll just go back inside.”

And with that, Matthew took a slow stroll back to his front door, taking time to enjoy the feeling of the Radisson glare of fury on his ass and the soft tickling of the sprinkler water on his body. The walk was enough to bring Matthew to a full-on solid erection, and as he turned to close his front door he gave Mr Radisson an uncensored view of his virile manhood. The old man’s eyes were about to explode as Matthew closed the door.

Matthew grabbed his dick and balls, pumping and pulling from the excitement of what he’d just done. He would have worked himself up to orgasm right there, but then he remembered he had one more neighbour he wanted to show off to while he had the chance.

Johnny Brady was the annoying boy who lived on the other side of Matthew’s house, their back yards separated by a very high picket fence. The neighbours could see into each others yards, but only if they peeked through the narrow gaps in the fence. The Brady’s were extremely religious, always trying to convert Matthew and his family. Matthew has a suspicion Johnny, also his age, had probably never jerked off his dick for fear that he would go to hell or something. Johnny obviously felt it was his responsibility to convert Matthew because they were the same age, so he always targeted Matthew when he could. Normally Matthew wished Johnny didn’t exist. But today was different.

Matthew went to his room, grabbed his iPod, put the earphones in, and climbed into a tight blue Speedo. The iPod was just a cover: Matthew wasn’t playing any music, but Johnny wouldn’t know that. Matthew walked out back to the pool and lay back on his lounger. Soon enough, there was Johnny at the fence, calling Matthew’s name.

“Matthew! Matthew! Dude! Matthew!” Matthew turned over on the lounger and pulled the Speedo down over his ass cheeks, smiling to himself. Johnny gasped.

“Matthew! Take your earphones out! I can see your behind! No, no! Don’t come over here!” Matthew thought Johnny was calling to his mom until he heard another male voice exclaiming in wonder and realised that Johnny had friends from the church. Matthew wondered if these boys knew about jerking off. He decided that, if they were going to spy on him in the privacy of his own back yard, they were about to find out.

Matthew turned over. His Speedo still covered his now semi hard dick, but he quickly pulled it over his legs and tossed it aside theatrically.

“He’s naked!” exclaimed Johnny’ friend.

“He doesn’t know how exposed he is!” Johnny said. “We must alert him!”

Matthew wrapped his one hand around his penis, slowly pumping while using his other hand to massage his balls.

“Bro, what’s he doing? Should we even be watching this?” Matthew heard Johnny’s friend say.

“It’s sin!” replied Johnny, “We’ve got to get his attention and stop him!”

Well then, thought Matthew, lets give these boys a good show. Well, the sly part of his mind added, maybe not all that good.

“Oooh, wow that hurts so good,” Matthew said supposedly to himself. “Ahhh,” he moaned, “aaah, I need to cum so badly. Oooh, it’s so fucking sore.”

“Dude, you think he’s okay?” asked the friend?

“I’m sure he’s fine,” replied Johnny, jumping up and down and waving in an attempt to get Matthew’s attention.

“Owe!” screamed Matthew, sitting up and letting go of his balls but now pumping his dick furiously, “my balls are burning. Ooohhhhh.” Matthew put an extremely pained expression on his face, trying to imagine he was getting fucked by a metal spike.

“Fuck! Ahhhhh I don’t wanna cum!” wailed Matthew, getting close.

“This is not cool” said Johnny to his friend.

“I know,” came the reply, “I think his willy might explode.”

Matthew fell down off the lounger, his knees on the ground and his back arched, crying in fake pain and immense pleasure. “No, no. Here I cum. Ahhhhhhwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Johnny and his friend screamed as thick globs of cum came spurting out of Matthew’s dick, landing on the ground in front of him. Then he collapsed into his puddle of cum, holding his head in his hands and pretending to weep.

“Dude, I don’t care what the guys in the locker room say,” said Johnny’s friend, “I’m never doing this.”

“I totally agree!” said Johnny. “Let’s go pray.” And with that the two terrified guys went back inside. Matthew got up, covered in his cum and completely content. He’d had his fun with his neighbours and blew a thick load in the process. He’d never felt more neighbourly.